9/08/2008

Unimpressed...

A popular (often drunken) pastime in northern climes is to go outside and write your name in the snow with urine like our friend, Greg (above). He did an okay job even if his handwriting (actually, his "peniswriting") is a touch on the girly side.

Problem is, this particular winter activity has become mainstream. Any two-bit schmuck with a bladder full of Pabst can do it. Tell you what, Greggy, talk to me when you can crap your name in the snow. And I'm not talking about a bunch of individual, pieced-together logs. I'm talking in cursive, one continuous turd. You do that and you will have earned my respect.

This post goes out to my pal, Dr. Zibbs, who reminded me with this post that if you're struggling to come up with material, always return to the toilet.

Let me just say that the link you put in my comments section is so repulsive and disgusting but I was laughing my ass off. I won't dare view it again but it's memory will disgust and make me laugh for the next few days.

Hey. I may not be able to write my name in the snow... but I think I did once, actually... not that it was legible, but still.... I can pee in a bucket when I go fishing and I don't care who hears it or sees the process. F-yall, that's what I say. That's something, and I'm damn proud.

I guess I should go to bed now - it must be time... too, much, information.?. (blush)